Wednesday, January 27, 2010
And there I was in a familiar place. On the familiar floor... in the all too familiar hospital. Over the years... having to go to the hospital.. to visit a family member has come all to regular to me... whether it was one of my grandparents, my father, family friends, or aunts and uncles.. I've been there for a lot of people. I hate hospitals. I know not many people like them but I really hate them.. I hate being inside them, i don't like anything about them... something about the just makes me feel depressed... or displaced. I've been dealing with people going into them never coming out many times. I'm only sixteen and I'm convinced I've had to deal with more death then most kids my age. I practically lived in a hospital when I was eleven because my father was in there so long. It was probably the worst feeling in the world know how bad he was.. open heart surgery is no joke... I feel so trapped being in the hospital... even though I've never had to physically we be in one for anything other than visiting... I just can't stand it. How many people there never get visitors.. most of all how many people don't get to say goodbye... not being able to say goodbye is one of the worst feelings... its been five years since my dads father died... my grandfather.. but I can still feel him here.. I love you and miss you.... always have always will.
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Funny we talked about this today. And sorry about you grandpop. Hospitals suck
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